A Rain-Washed Window Poem by Mark Heathcote

A Rain-Washed Window



What do I see through?
A rain-washed window
Isn't transient anymore
She must be waiting
Nails painted polished
To claw every fetish
She's ever desired for.

Saturday, January 18, 2014
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